All Chapters of Hidden Legacy (The Lost Luna): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adriana's Point of View I was alive. Well, at least I thought I was. After all, if I wasn't, I was sure it couldn't hurt this bad. My left side still stung from where Alpha Brandon stabbed me with his knife. The pain wasn’t just a dull ache—it was fire licking at my ribs, a deep, searing burn that pulsed with every breath. Why hadn't I healed fully yet? "Calliope?" I asked, hoping she would still be there to answer me. "Calliope?" “Calliope?” I pushed harder, reaching for her presence, but all I felt was a distant, muffled warmth—like trying to hear someone speaking from behind a thick wall. Fear coiled in my chest. What if the wolfsbane had hurt her beyond repair? What if she never woke up? It took a moment, but finally, I could feel her in the back of my mind. Thank the Goddess. She was still alive. My limbs felt weighed down, as if I were trapped underwater, my head filled with cotton. My fingers twitched, brushing against something warm. Skin. Someone was holding my hand. I h

Daemon's Point of View "I want to make the situation I got you and Adriana into right," Mitchell said. "I also know that you want to make it right with Adriana. We both made mistakes, and an innocent young woman paid a dreadful price. Not only that, but we almost lost an important treasure." My father’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. I wanted to argue, to remind him that it was his secrecy that had kept Adriana in danger for years. But the truth was, I had my own failures to answer for. I had been reckless, impulsive. I had nearly lost her. Still, a part of me hesitated. Was making it right even possible? Could anything I do erase the fear I’d seen in Adriana’s eyes when she realized she’d been hunted her entire life? The question that remained was, how could I make it up to her? Going forward, what did I need to do not only to fix the situation but also to make her realise how important she assuredly was to me? When I asked Mitchell this, his answer was, "Communication. Th

Adriana's Point of View After another night in the medical centre, Calliope woke, and I began to heal. Doc, who I later learned was named Samuel, allowed me to return to the packhouse early the following day. I was grateful for that, for as luxurious as the medical centre was, pack members had noted that Daemon was constantly at my bedside. I could do with the unwanted attention at the moment. I clutched the edge of my sweater as I stepped out of the medical centre, the crisp morning air biting at my skin. Daemon walked beside me, his presence solid and unwavering. Every step toward the packhouse felt like a step deeper into something I wasn’t sure I was ready for. The rational part of me knew I had to try—I owed him that much. But the other part, the part still raw and wounded, whispered that hope was dangerous. “You okay?” Daemon’s voice was quiet, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. “Fine,” I lied, forcing a small smile. It wasn’t a complete lie. I was physically fine, bu

Adriana's Point of View Daemon and I were sitting down and waiting for our breakfast. Part of me was thrilled that he had defended me and told those Omegas that I was his Luna. It meant he supported me. While it wasn’t a declaration of love, it showed at least he was serious about our relationship. But another part of me couldn’t shake the anxiety coiling in my stomach. My fingers curled around the edge of my plate, my knuckles white. My heart hammered in my chest. Would Daemon see me differently now? Would he regret standing up for me in the kitchen? I had spent my whole life hiding what I was. Now, the truth was out, and all I could do was wait. While it wasn't a declaration of love, it showed at least he was serious about our relationship. The other part of me was worried. Daemon knew I had purple eyes, but neither of us had discussed what it meant. I was sure that he might not want a hybrid Luna. Even if he did, what about the rest of the pack? Would it affect his leadership if

Adriana's Point of View "Elders," Daemon said to them, "I would like to introduce you to Adriana, daughter of the late Alpha David and Luna Mara from the Silver Wolf Pack, my fated mate and soon to be our Luna." Holy shit! My breath caught in my throat. The title sounded so foreign, yet hearing Daemon say it with such certainty made my chest tighten. Luna. The word carried so much weight, so much responsibility. Was I really ready for this? My hands felt clammy, my heartbeat thudding loudly in my ears. The elders were watching me, their expressions unreadable. Would they accept me? Or would my presence bring nothing but problems? I was not sure how much power the elders had. I filed that question to ask Daemon later. If I had only known who I was, I might have asked my mother to teach me about pack politics. I knew each pack was different, but some things must be similar. If I had learnt those things, I wouldn't feel so woefully uneducated now. I realised that Daemon had not only